R4 stubborn endurance

Saxton intensified his attacks. It wasn't that he'd gotten any stronger. His heart was beating faster, for one thing, physically forcing his blood through his body at such an accelerated rate that his veins were starting to burst. His fury was beyond what his own Australian form could handle. Right here and now, Saxton was burning his candle at both ends, using his own life like a nuclear reactor.

That, and he'd stopped bothering to defend. Animal Man tore viciously at his body, trying to rip the flesh from his bones like a starving hyena, trying anything to stop Saxton's beating. Nothing worked. Saxton grabbed him by the collarbone, digging his fingers deep into the skin to wrap his whole hand around it like a horseshoe, and used it as leverage to slam him into the ground. Again, and again, and again.

He braced his feet against the ground, and raised his fist up for one final punch--but Animal Man's arm caught him in mid-strike, and started pushing back.

    SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH (Kyo Kusanagi)
        * (Duke Nukem)
        * (Bane)
        * (Jun Sekibayashi)
        * (Rock Lee)

Even at the very end, he wasn't copying Hale's own physique? That son-of-a-bitch! He'd rather die than surrender! Well, so be it! Hale struggled against Animal Man's dinosaur-claw, his strength suddenly quadrupling, no, quintupling, as if he was drawing on several sources at once, just to prevent him from winning! Saxton Hale would not let him win! He would not let him win! HE WOULD NOT LET HIM WIN!

The arm snapped backwards with a KRACK, and suddenly Hale was pushing with all his strength and no resistance. The two of them flung forward and fell off the roof. They bounced, hitting the front wall of the opposite building, then back again to the other wall, then forward, then back, and the both of them hit the ground and put a ten-foot crater in the dirt.

Saxton had landed on his feet. His knees were buckling, but they never touched the ground. He'd never surrendered. Animal Man was lying in a pile before him, cracked open and raw. By all accounts, he'd won.

Except that he couldn't move, he was exhausted, his body was overclocking just trying to keep his heartbeat stable. His bulletproof skin was torn and weathered, his bones were exposed to the plain air. There were holes in him big enough for a sparrow to fly through. His joints had locked together painfully, to the point that even wiggling his fingers might've been impossible. This wasn't a victory. This was a draw. A draw, handed to him by a hippie, who went against everything he stood for, who shaved the source of Saxton's pride and trussed him like a turkey without ever using his full strength. He didn't need Hale's Australian might to win.